After years of failed careers... three years in pharmacology school, a sad attempt at lion taming which led to my partner Roy being mauled by a white tiger, and eleven different inventions being turned down by the US Patent office (damn invisible panty hose!) I have settled on my total lack of career skills and agreed to push buttons for a living at a small outpost built on a land compost in a place called Medford. I push a button every 240 seconds or else 800,000 people will lose contact with the outside world while driving to work in the morning and will be unable to hum along with the philosophical musings of Kelly Clarkson and the Pussycat Dolls.